DoA Story Thread- Volume I: Revolution

"Disguises seem like a grand idea right now" Tyreon noted as he slowly dressed himself in the guards clothing. For a brief second, Tyreon thought of Aritius and how he easily confused him of being one of the count's men.

Tyreon looked over at Mentis, exhausted and still battered from the fall.

"Perhaps we should wait until the others find a way down" Tyreon suggested, hoping to still get a chance to recuperate.

"I admire your ambition but I wouldn't want the others to miss out on our fun. Perhaps we should wait a minute or two for the others to find a way down here."

Tyreon leaned against a wall, stained in blood from other prisoners whose bodies once resided right where he stood. Tyreon leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

"That was quite a fall" Tyreon announced to Mentis rhetorically.

"Remind me to have a word with that Aritius when we meet back up."

Tyreon stood back up and stretched his back trying to release some of the pressure the fall on his back had caused.

"You guys coming or what?" Tyreon shouted back up the hole, contradicting his actual want for a break.

The shockwave of Tyreon's spell boomed through the darkness of the passageway forcing the walls of the abyss to rumble. Aritius stood up to hear the relief of Tyreons voice calling back up from the abyss "I think this is the prison that lay on the bottom floor of the fortress," he shouted.

Thank goodness he's alright. I owe him my eternal forgiveness, Aritius though to himself with a sigh. Flickering lights appeared at the bottom of the abyss as two guards walked into the chambers with another victim of the Count's terror. Before Aritius could even react, Mentis had flung himself into the chasm off of his towering rage. Fashes from Mentis's chains gleamed about the chamber tearing through the flesh of the two guards. Blood spatter decorated the walls after Mentis's brutality ended and he helped Tyreon to his feet.

"With the raucus you're both making I would be amazed if we weren't dealing with a good twenty guards within the quarter hour..." Aidan shouted down the chasm to the two who await the rest of them. "Some magic would help," Aidan told himself, "if I knew any."

"Weak humans," Aritius scoffed to himself.

"Fethala basreyavaru," Aritius said as his hands glowed. The side of the abyss shoke as rough stone ledges pushed out from the sides forming a means of getting to the prison. Aritius climbed down the side of the wall tired from the magic that he used. He wasn't much of a user himself, but his natural abilities to use magic was handy for situation, such as this.

Aritius arrived at the bottom of the abyss, the prision, to see Mentis and Tyreon putting on the two guards' clothes.

"Guards clothes?!" Aritius exclaims, "Why did I take off that other set?!" he turns to Tyreon to speak, "Tyreon, my remorse is never ending for what I have caused. Please, brother, friend, except my deepest apology for these deeds."

"Guards clothes?!" Aritius exclaims, "Why did I take off that other set?!" he turns to Tyreon to speak, "Tyreon, my remorse is never ending for what I have caused. Please, brother, friend, except my deepest apology for these deeds."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we will get even somehow" Tyreon said with a touch of cynicism in his voice.

"As far as the disguises, don't worry. Mentis and I are just going to use them to make sure that the next corridor is clear."

Tyreon motioned over to Mentis to follow him as he slowly made his way over to the prison entrance.

"You go left and I'll go right. Do you best to not draw and unnecessary attention."

Tyreon made his way to the right hallway, doing his best to stand erect to fill the role of a guard. Tyreon crept through the hallway making turn after turn, checking each room as he passed it. Tyreon quickly returned to Aritius in the prison.

As he removed his disguise Tyreon informed Aritius that the building, at least this lower floor, appeared to be abandoned.

"It appears that most of the guards have left he building to fight at the counts demands. Perhaps we could be lucky and our path to the count will not have many obstacles." Tyreon stated, blindly hoping that he would have an easy trip ahead to fully regain his strength.

Tyreon again leaned up against the wall, waiting for the others so that they may fulfill their ambitions.